Chapter 46: The Werewolf Council

Spencer's POV

Out of the thirteen Werewolf Council Elders in the room, I’d say a little over half of them look like they want to kill me.

Better than usual, if I’m being honest.

In the council meeting room, thirteen elders are sitting solemnly on either side of a broad rectangular table. Some of them–the most malicious of the bunch–have their sharp eyes fixed on me, watching me warily as though ready to tear me apart at any moment.

I don’t let their visible tenseness rattle me, though. Compared to the anxiety clearly wrought through their postures, I make sure to seem completely, utterly at ease.

One of the elders–Elder Jet, whom I know has taken a personal interest in disrupting the balance between the werewolves and the Lycans–clears his throat. The sound rattles about the room.

“Lycan Prince Spencer,” Elder Jet booms, “Why did you execute Alpha Erick without authorization?”

I purse my lips. I’ve prepared for this question.

“Alpha Erick had long conspired to kill the Obsidian pac